Bitsy and I have nearly moved to New Mexico, with an equal split remaining in Texas, so last Saturday we celebrated our arrival and our leaving (next week) by photographing the local balloon festival, and it celebrated by landing in our back yard. What fun! I will post some of the pictures on the blog. https://FactFictionFancy.Wordpress.com.

We have been nearly moved for about three years, but we now have almost all of our self-defining stuff, all in the same location. Only today, the email sent an invitation to buy an upgrade of a computer program and my brain went click/click – and remembered where the original boxes are now stored, that were in the studio when someone else was living there and got moved to the smaller of the two storage lockers and are now nearby, so we could check the parameters be fore deciding how to respond to the ad. It turns out the old paint program we had was for the Amiga computer that is now up for sale as a precious and irreplaceable antique. The raw beginnings of a new sense of control over my life.

We celebrate because, after a couple of decades of not actually having a home to live in –well, we had a home, but other people were living in it, and we were living in other places, for work mostly, and because our home was making us sick from
fracking, so whad to stay away, we became so scattered over the face of the globe that we could not FIND anything.

Of course, computers never were important, except in the last 20 years or so, and that’s when I wasn’t there, at the studio — and the internet is a very fragile system; your personal records are not safe on a computer – and of course they keep disappearing from where you put them, which hard copies never do; the only problem with hard copies is that you must remember where you put them — and the computers and the internet and the corporations and the storage media and the lodgings and friends and storage lockers all keep changing. At higher and higher speeds.

Now we have one place for all the stuff, and have been able to sort through enough to know more or less who and where we are. Though we liked ourselves much better in Japan, and wanted to stay there, or Bali, or France, or Texas, or England, or any of those other places. But we yearned the most to stay in Japan, and cried when we had to leave, and only came back to organize all that stuff for which we were responsible, I mean some of it was living stuff, like an entire irreplaceable mouse colony.

And then, just when we were about to start looking for a way to go back, Bush and bin Laden demonstrated their partnership in world crime and I decided to stay home to defend our democracy from itself, bin Laden was never a threat to the United States of America, for all the good that did anyone.

My weapon, for both defense and attack? One vote that counted approximately as zero, because I was voting in Texas. And now we are here. We had a fine communal celebration last Saturday around the coming and going and being who we are. Having fun.

While it lasts.

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